Sunday, July 26, 2015

I wish that days remain the same, in a sense that I remain as contentand as gratefulmaybe even more. I wish that I remain untouched;untouched by time and all the weight it bears;and by the misery, oh the misery and the Saturday night desperationand the ghosts around me; untouched by loneliness I wish that I always remain unrestrained, unsettled, un - envious of however much others have.

I wish that days remain the same,because I do not have the need to think abouthow they could be better days aheadI cannot imaginesuch a thing.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

The feeling slowly fades away. Next is the calm. Is it a never ending valley? Or just a bridge?Can I dance on it? Or will I go mad again, once I cross it?Was it a cry for help?Or the beginning of a connection?Was I begging for escape?Or for your approval?Was I smitten by my excitement?Or was it really you?Is this the end?Or just a bridge?

Thursday, July 16, 2015

My newest obsession is some silly, overpriced, fake brioche thingy. I was listening to Nick Cave, and now I'm listening to Taylor Swift. I also accidentally wrote Nick Cake and now I am laughing alone. I also came to the conclusion that it was an apt title for this. This is such a wrong thing to do right now.I have been embracing life lately, big time. Lemons and all. I feel ridiculously grateful and kind of annoying.Yesterday a friend asked me what a human is, and I told him that we are all moon dust trapped in a body. We were formed when the dust collided with the soil, a long time ago, a day the moon sneezed. So, in retrospect, what do you have to worry about? We are all moon snot after all.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

sometimes I dare to open and drag out this boxfilled with all that's left undonebut I cannot seem to barethe weightof the never ending pile,so I hide it backand I guard it well;I carethat it doesn't get lost that other people won't touch itand distort its formwhich still fits or that it doesn't stainwhat I chose;as we add little pieces to it;our own Venus that always comes secondand I wonderwhen will we go for the moon?

Wednesday, July 8, 2015

Since there's been too much art here lately (even rhyming) I decided to fuck it up. Because I haven't ranted in a long time.

A book on why I do things the way I do them. Because you're stupid, done, no need to waste pages.

I don't understand the phrase "and then life happened". I mean I
understand it sounds cool and I must have used it myself in the past, but I don't understand why it's always being
used for something negative, like... what was happening before that negative thing? How do we call that? Why do I need to know that? Who cares? What..?

I feel very weird saying something that contains the words "my whole life, in my life etc.". When is the appropriate age to start saying that without sounding... you know, not old enough to say that. I should put a question mark there, but I feel like it takes away something. And I just learned that "question mark" is a two-word word. Word. Woooord.

The Hunchback of Notre Dame, the cartoon, is probably my favorite movie.

I could be a more serious person. I could also be a less serious person.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

I love to steal these little pieces of other people's realities. These irreversible moments of raw honesty.Their discomfort. Their awkwardness. Their smile. The way they look at me. Moments that seem untouched by pain.

Effortless.

Then, when time stops. I seek these moments. The ones that will scar me forever.No matter how simple.I could make this rhyme, or say something really pretentious and poetic.But then it wouldn't be effortless.